Okay, this is one of the two things I'm trying out. This was actually an old collaboration that I did with someone and I don't know what happened to them. After checking it out, I decided on editing it (drastically) and possibly finishing it. Of course, but myself.

If I start to not like it, or this isn't too well liked, I'll just delete it and keep working on other stuff. But we'll see how that goes...

May 15th, 10:30 pm

It was another stereotypical day for Lu$h Crew; they had another party on their yacht, they performed four songs (one solo each and then two together), and Angel failed in attempt to 'get Miss Aubrey to see that he's the one for her'. He's already tried too much, and she's rejected him each and every time. Still, he wasn't going to give up; he knew that she would fall for him one day. And he's just 'speeding time up' by flirting with her daily.

His attempts were starting to get better results. Instead of being thrown under the bus and/or belittled by her now, she would reject him in a playful way. And on the rare occasions, they'd go out somewhere. Right now, they were out at a café near Flash4wrd's golf course.

But they weren't even eating; they ordered their drinks and started talking. About each other.

"...honestly, my childhood wasn't all that great," Miss Aubrey confessed. "My parents split up when I was ten, and my father never has time for me anymore. But it's not like he ever did; he just gave me a lot of things to preoccupy myself with. He's never told me that he loves me. And the worst part is that I can only see my mother twice a month. I wish I could stay with her forever..." She looked down and started to stir her pink lemonade with the straw.

Angel sighed. "It's okay, chica. You got the Dance Central crew as your family now. I wish that we met before we were all sixteen, though. I guess things happen on their own, huh?"

"Not everything. Sometimes you have to step up and create that change, or else it'll never happen..." He took a sip of his soda and looked at the girl in front of him. She looked so troubled now; maybe talking about past experiences wasn't the best thing to do.

"Here's the bill," the waitress informed before walking away. It was fairly cheap, being at $3.14. The red-head was about to dig in her purse before she saw a five on the table.

"I got it," Angel simply said. They stood up and walked out of the café, going towards one of Miss Aubrey's cars. As usual, she was in the driver's seat. Her exact words for the reason why she wouldn't let Angel drive were: "These are my exclusive cars. I'll drop dead before being caught in the passenger side". So they drove down to the yacht in complete silence; not even the radio was on. The sky didn't show an ounce of light blue, just completely dark. It seemed to match their mood a bit too perfectly...

June 1st

Player's Lounge, The Roost

8:30 pm

Angel and Miss Aubrey walked into the new club that was Dance Central dancer-exclusive, being the last ones to enter. Bodie and Emilia were at the bar talking, Taye and Mo were dancing together, Glitch and Li'l T. were talking in one of the booths, and the two Glitterati members were sitting at a table. They seemed to be watching everyone for who knows what reason. No one really bothered them because they were most arrogant than the Queen Bitch, Miss Aubrey.

"Haha, this club is awesome," Angel cheered. "I'm gonna get a drink or two. You wanna come?"

"Whatever, but don't try anything." They walked over together, but sat down two seats apart. Once the bartender came to them, the VIP ordered a shot of Hennessy while the red-head ordered a small glass of Vodka.

"Whoa, I think you shouldn't get something so strong," Angel warned. "Remember what happened last time...?"

She received her drink and took a big sip. "As clear as the water in the Bahamas. Worry about yourself; I'll be fine." He watched as she drank the entire glass before ordering another one and sighed. He knew that Aubrey wasn't one to hold her liquor very well, but he kinda liked when she was drunk. Many things happened...

After her third drink, it was all downhill. She was extremely intoxicated, and could barely keep her balance. Angel stood up to go to the bathroom, and accidentally bumped into her.

"My bad."

She smiled at him and got closer to his ear, practically whispering in his ear. "Next time, bump into me in a different way." She lightly kissed him and he was able to taste the remains of Vodka from her lips. He watched as she walked onto the dancefloor before heading to the bathroom. He was feeling a bit dizzy, so he threw some water on his face. He left out and saw Miss Aubrey dancing with Bodie and Emilia, and he shook his head in disbelief/happiness. At least she was having fun.

He looked away from her after seeing the Glitterati twins performing Toxic by Britney Spears on the main stage. The male didn't look right doing the dance; like if any of the males were to do Pon De Replay by Rihanna. But the female looked perfect doing it, almost like she created the dance. His attention was on her, and watching her turned him on. He never really noticed it, but she was somewhat attractive. She wasn't as attractive as the other females (disregarding Li'l T.), but she was close enough.

Once the song ended, the male got off of the stage while the female stayed on. Another song played, Real Love by Mary J. Blige, and she was doing the Lu$h Crew dance. Angel joined in soon after it started, and he was performing better than her. She failed a couple of moves like 'Booty Down' and 'Kick Switch', moves that he usually had trouble with. After it ended with him doing better than her, she was practically glaring at him.

"Hmm, your dancing makes up for your lack of fashion," she complemented. Or at least it was supposed to be one. "However, I won't lose again to a low-class crew like...whatever crew you're in."

"It's Lu$h Crew, and thank you...I guess. You're not half bad yourself; just need to loosen up and relax a bit. Dancing isn't supposed to be robotic-like; it's supposed to come with the vibe. You actually have to feel the music and let it run through you, not just create something that fits with the beat...my apologies, I should've started with an introduction. I'm Angel of the Lu$h Crew. And you are...?"

He stuck his hand out, only for her not to grab it. "Don't try to touch me! And if you wanted to know so much, I'm Jaryn of the high-esteemed Glitterati crew."

"Well then, Jaryn, we'll see each other soon?"

"I wouldn't count too much on it..."

September 3rd

Riptide Beach

10:38 am

The crews started to get acquainted with the Glitterati twins, but there wasn't much progress in actually befriending them. They learned most of each others' moves and hung out a bit, but that hasn't fully broken the ice around them. Jaryn and Kerith still think to high of themselves, and they still give the other dancers degrading nicknames. The worst ones would be between Lu$h Crew members Angel and Miss Aubrey, as they're called 'Latin Dirt' and 'Prissy Bitch' respectively.

Right now, Jaryn was trying (and failing) to learn Massive Attack by Nicki Minaj ft. Sean Garrett. She couldn't do 'How I Roll' but could do Satellite by Lena perfectly?

"Okay, let's try this move again," Emilia suggested. She was a naturally patient person, so she didn't mind repeating the same move 50 times.

"We've been doing this since nine this morning," Jaryn complained. "Why did you create such a stupid move anyway?"

"...I'll run it by you one more time. It's roll forward, one, two, to the left with your arms up, three, four, back to the starting position, five, six, and then to the right with your arms up, seven, eight." The Brazilian did it slowly to show her, and gradually sped up. "You got it?"

"I wouldn't know; you were the one dancing...but I'll try again." Jaryn did the move with Emilia and actually passed it. She had to do it a few more times to make sure that she had it, then they moved on to the next move.

"Next is...hold on, someone's calling me. Uh...go over what you've learned so far." She walked away from the beach house and pulled out her phone, checking the caller ID. Angel was calling so she answered. "Hello?"

"Yo, Emilia, you doing anything?"

"Yeah, I'm teaching Jaryn a dance. Massive Attack."

"How's that going?" She looked behind her shoulder to see Jaryn hit herself in her chest while doing 'Chest Pound' and then fall onto the sand while attempting to do 'Whiplash Hop'. They never actually did the moves together, did they?

"Not too well. I'll call you back."

"You don't have to because I'm coming over. I'll see you in a few."

"Sure." After hanging up, she sped over to the pale female... "So...how'd it go?"

And received a heart-stabbing glare. "You know how it went; I failed miserably. Maybe that's how you feel whenever you lose in a Dance Battle..." Once again, Emilia kept every foul emotion in and remained positive. Once she hit the gym, though...

"Why don't we take a break?"

"What made you decide that," Jaryn asked, her voice heavy with sarcasm. The Brazilian was about to respond, until Angel arrived.

"Hey, Lili." The pale female looked around in confusion, oblivious to the fact that the person beside her was a ticking time bomb. But she temporarily calmed down and a smirk appeared on her face.

"What's up, Mama's Boy?" Now Jaryn was more confused. She was past the nicknaming thing, but now she wanted to know how they were close enough to give each other nicknames. She always thought that the crews didn't know each other because they had different 'ranks'. Riptide was at the bottom of the 'rank', Flash4wrd was above them, Lu$h was third, Hi-Def was fourth, and the Glitterati was at the top of the 'rank'.

"Okay, I demand you two to tell me know you two know each other!"

"The hell you are," Emilia yelled. She mentally punched herself in the face. "I mean...we've known each other for a long time now. Actually, since the start of Dance Central five years ago."

"And was that a wild time. Especially with you and Mi-"

The Brazilian punched the Latino in his stomach, shutting him up. Seeing as how she almost knocked him out, Jaryn made a mental note to not cross that line with Emilia. But that doesn't mean she wouldn't come close.

"He meant that it was just wild and many things happened. And that certain people will not be mentioned."

"...I'm going home now. I'll see you two...people later." The pale female caught her tongue before saying 'animals', as Emilia was already pissed off. She just wanted to know what happened between her and that other person who won't be mentioned.

Once Jaryn left, Angel felt good enough to get back to his feet. He was clutching his stomach in pain, and tears escaped his eyes.

"What the hell, Emilia?! Why didn't you want her to know what happened between you and Au-"

He was punched in his stomach again, and fell onto the sand once more. Spit and blood was coming out of his mouth, and he looked like he was about to throw up.

"One, she doesn't need to know all of that. Two, it's ancient history. That person shall not be mentioned. Ever."

"Y-you...kinda sound...l-like her wh-when...saying that." She glared at him and kicked his stomach, causing him to spit up more. Then she sat on the nearby chair, looking at the waves. They helped calm her down, but not as much as going to the gym did. She would go there once Angel was feeling better.

That's all for chapter one. The next chapter will be mainly about Angel and Jaryn, seeing as how this will eventually get them together. Or at least as close friends.

The link to the original is: this site and add (s/7891814/1/A-New-Chance-for-Love) at the end.